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Amber Wright with the Q Brothers: Old Shit in a New Way

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The cast of Othello: The Remix.

The Q Brothers incite a party atmosphere, even at a tragedy. In the sixth floor lobby of Chicago Shakespeare Theater, audience members stream out of Othello: The Remix and belly up to the bar for a cocktail or three, excitingly imbibing for the hour or so before the theater shuts down. It’s not a cast party or formal gathering of any kind but rather an impromptu event that magically seems to reoccur every night. No one wants to go home. They’re having too much fun. And the Q Brothers and their castmates—adapters, actors, rappers, party animals—are in the middle of it all.

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Your Story: Poetry in Performance

August 6, 2013 | By | No Comments">No Comments

Your Story is KBH Media’s episodic exploration of people’s answers to simple questions.  General Admission has partnered with Kyle Hamman, big boss over at KBH, to create a video for each of our monthly themes.  In theory, this provides a lighthearted, visually dynamic cap to our monthlong explorations.

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Katie Prout: Poetry Means That No One Is Collateral

July 17, 2013 | By | No Comments">No Comments


When I originally sat down to write this piece, I wanted to talk to you about why poetry matters, because I know many people who think that it is bullshit. It is not, for the record, but I no longer care about convincing you one way or another, because I don’t think we are talking about the same thing when we use the word “poetry.” If we aren’t, then that entire conversation is bullshit anyway, so I’d rather talk with you about what poetry is.

When I say “poetry,” I am telling you that my grandfather was struck by his final heart attack while filching a piece of bacon from the buffet line at Big Boy. This is not “poetic justice” because death is not justice, not ever. This is poetry, because a thin man died for bacon, but he also died for living. He was out to breakfast with his eldest daughter, a woman who had not spoken to him for the better part of a decade. She spoke to him then, and she held his hand. He squeezed it just before letting go.

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